Laws of Spirit Recycling

During the battle, Yan Zequan saw Yu Yan who had appeared out of the corner of his eye, and with a secret movement of his wrist, the soul lead came out sharply.

"Be careful!" The voices of the two overlapped, but Yu Yan ignored it.

The red thread pierced fiercely like a sharp blade, and Fu Jianchi turned around a step too late. Before he made his next move, the soul lead wire was about to touch Yu Yan. Lead the way.

"Ren Yijun?" Yan Zequan lightly clenched his fist with his left hand, the red line receded and disappeared, and he said to the man walking over with no surprise, "You're here."

Ren Yijun glanced around, with a heavy tone, "I'm still late."

"It's never too late."

"They are all people who have nothing to do with you. Even if it is a ray of ghost, it will not harm other people if it remains in the world. Why do you still chase here? You have to surrender?"

There was a strange light in Yan Zequan's eyes, and he said slowly: "You should know who I am for."

Ren Yijun was slightly stunned, his face turned cold, "I don't need it, please don't do this kind of thing again." He looked at the young man walking slowly in the snow, and inexplicably worried, "Yu Yan."

When a helper arrived, Cai Xiaonan felt relieved and walked over, "Xiaoyan, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Yan acted as if he hadn't heard, and stopped in front of Fu Jianchi, his eyes were empty, and he took out the photo in his hand.

After Fu Jianchi saw it, his calm expression finally changed, revealing an unprecedented sense of astonishment and heaviness.

"Why did Mr. Fu appear in the photo, but I didn't?" Yu Yan asked with a trembling voice, and there were still many questions Yu Yan wanted to ask.

Why can Mr. Fu have access to humans?But I can't, why does Mr. Fu have spiritual power?But I didn't. Why can Mr. Fu get off the yin-yang car to go to Hades?But I can't. These were once interpreted as the authority of superiors and subordinates, but now it seems that there are loopholes everywhere.

Yu Yan finally knew that it wasn't that there were no other messengers from the underworld, and it wasn't that he couldn't get out of this area, but that he was reasonably hidden. Like others of his kind, he avoided all the messengers and exorcists.

"I... I'm not some kind of messenger from the underworld, let alone a god of death, I'm an undead... right?" Yu Yan asked with a choked voice, "It's an appearance talisman, you use it on me." I got the amulet..."

"You think too much." He was given a deep answer.

"Mr. Fu, you said you would not hide from me." Yu Yan looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, feeling strange for the first time, he lowered his head and tried to clear his mind, "But why can't I remember, what happened before I don't even remember...how did this happen?"

"Then don't think about it." Fu Jianchi stretched out his hand to support Yu Yan's shoulder, and said softly: "If you think about it too much, it will become complicated."

"Tell me, why did it become like this? How did I die, and what did I do before I was alive? Mr. Fu, can you tell me! Don't lie to me again..." Snow blew onto her cheeks, melted into tears and fell, Yu Yan suddenly grabbed Fu Jianchi, excitedly said: "Stealing Dream Beads! It's Stealing Dream Beads, right?!"

"Yu Yan..." Fu Jianchi frowned slightly, and brushed the snowflakes off the opponent's head wordlessly.

"Take it out, take it out quickly!" Seeing that he didn't respond, Yu Yan became more and more anxious as he spoke, and grabbed Fu Jianchi's sleeve, "Mr. Fu, take out the Dream Stealing Orb quickly, please, promise me! Come to think of it, I need to know all of this..."

Crying silently, Yu Yan's face was already covered with tears. No matter what happened before, he kept calm according to Mr. Fu's words, and he was used to hiding his sincerity. When he vented his emotions for the first time, tears burst out like a bank burst.Lost in the foggy forest, he could only tightly hold on to the only truth in his hands.

Seeing his friend was sad and frustrated, Cai Xiaonan comforted him out of distress, "Xiao Yan, even if Boss Fu doesn't want to say it, it's fine, and it's the same if you ask slowly in the future."

Yu Yan shook his head, pursed his lips and remained silent, staring at Fu Jianchi's eyes that kept falling down with big tears. His eyes were full of stubbornness that had never been seen before, and it was a determination to no longer hold hope.

"It's the first time I've seen you cry like this." Fu Jianchi stretched out his hand and gently wiped away his tears, his tone was more like a sigh, "I know I can't lie to you anymore."

Putting his hand next to Yu Yan's ear, the blue Dream Stealing Bead slowly moved out of his mind.

Lost memories came pouring in like a tide, Yu Yan exclaimed and hugged his head.He saw the cold moon sky, the pen held by two folded hands, the overwhelming pure white, the dark room like an abyss, a drop of ink stained on the white paper, the world was spinning...

With a bitter taste in his throat, Yu Yan said in a daze: "It turns out that I'm the one with a low life."

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and it's really bad luck to meet a dead person! It seems that I'm not lucky these two days."

"Isn't there no way to do this? We can't always keep it in the firewood room. The third son told us to clean it up quickly, so as not to spread it to the old lady."

The person who complained before said "Oh", "Isn't he just a little book boy studying ink, to put it bluntly, he's still a servant, what's the big deal."

"That's not true! You can only blame him for being unlucky, but the old lady is very superstitious, and you don't see blood at the end of the year. It's not like you don't know..."

"Okay, don't talk too much, get things done in the middle of the night."

The sound got closer and closer, and there was a sound of iron locks, and then the wooden door "squeaked" open, and the orange light illuminated a small piece of indoor scenery. None of the three men who came in took a step forward. The person held the lantern and walked around half a circle, and finally stopped in front of the young man sitting in the corner with his knees hugged. The round lantern shook, "Here it is!"

"Tsk, it's not a good thing to make a fuss about." The leading middle-aged man glared at the boy, then turned his gaze to the base of the wall full of firewood. Step back, as if avoiding the plague god who is about to pass by, "Do it."

"Yes, Brother Ang." The man with the lantern and another servant stepped forward in response. They threw the straw mat on the ground and unfolded it. When they were about to start doing something, the man with the lantern hesitated. He bowed and walked in front of Mr. Wu.

"Brother Ang, this lantern...can I trouble you to mention it for a while?"

Manager Wu immediately frowned, and said displeasedly: "How do you do things? Don't you know to call an extra person? Where did Liu Wu go?"

"You don't know this. Liu Wu was the person who carried out the stick duty a few days ago. He said he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep at night when he saw this thing. Hey! Don't look at him as big and thick, but he is actually a paper tiger. If we are so loyal, you will follow us in the heavy snow."

"Okay, stop taking pictures." Hearing the words "Big Snow Day", Director Wu was shocked instantly, and the cold wind rushed in from the half-open door. , Returning to the body in an instant, Director Wu shook his cloak, took the lantern without saying a word, and urged: "What are you doing in a daze? Move quickly!"

The waiters leaned over, one of them raised his feet, and the other grabbed the rough cloth covering his thin shoulders, and effortlessly put the boy flat on the straw mat.

"It's so light, if I knew it earlier, I would have let you come alone."

"You boy, didn't you just show your loyalty!"

"Hey, Brother Wu, I'm just kidding, even if I don't lift it, I still have to come over and carry the lantern for you."

The young man lay flat on the rough mat with widened gaps, like an animal carcass that had died in the withered grass. His face was blue, his cheeks looked dry and sunken like rotten fruits that had lost moisture, and his hair was scattered and pressed Under the head, a few strands of it were stained with something, it was wet.

He was not wearing a cotton jacket, and the dark gray clothes were covered with dirt and blood stains everywhere. His body lying there quietly was flat and flat. Firewood for fuel.

The straw mat was flipped up and down, like picking up bugs with a rag, wrapping the boy's body in the straw mat.One person carried the corpse horizontally, while the other quickly took the lantern and said with an apologetic smile, "Brother Ang, we can leave here now."

"Let's go, let's go to the north gate to do it. Why is this firewood room as cold as the outside, as if it had been put on ice, but it's still warm in the room." As he said, Director Wu quickly stepped over the threshold.

"How can the firewood room compare with the house in the front yard...Fortunately, it's winter, and it took a few days for this person to keep it from getting smelly."

The door was closed heavily, and the room returned to darkness, except for a small square window, which cast a faint light on the ground.In the corner under the window, there is a young man curled up, still maintaining the posture of hugging his knees just now, it seems that the person who came just now didn't see him because he blended into the corner without moving.

He wasn't surprised that those people didn't notice him. After staying here for a few days, from the initial grief to the present calm, the young man was about to accept it. Even though he spoke to himself lying on the ground countless times, there was no response.He didn't want to wake himself up, it's just that the quiet time was too long.

Unconsciously, I put my eyes on the open space in front of me again. Just now, "I" was also carried away, just like picking up a worn-out piece of clothing and being cleaned up without pain.There is no tearing pain in his heart, only the loss with nowhere to go, because he knows that his life has always been so light, as light as half a stick picked up casually, swallowed by flames , into a few pieces of wreckage-like ashes.

Rusu... Hearing a subtle voice in the silence, the young man raised his head after careful identification, it was Snow!Snowing.His eyes were slightly bright in the darkness. He got up and walked to the window, stacked the hay on the side to a height, stepped on it lightly, stood on tiptoe, put his hand on the paper window and pushed it out, and the flying white snow appeared in front of him instantly.

The snow tilts in the wind, and there is an unusual way of falling, as if surging out of thin air from the transparent snow. They are lighter than the morning dew, and they don’t need to be supported, and they can float in the air at will. of nocturnal bugs.

Just watching quietly makes people intoxicated, but, in the snow scene with the half-open paper window, a pair of shoes suddenly broke into the young man's sight, and then the pair of shoes walked forward, slowly, step by step towards his direction come.As the owner of the shoe gradually approached, the boy withdrew his hands in a panic and squatted down.

The window lattice made a "pop" sound, as if being blown by the wind, but it was particularly noticeable in the silent snowy night.I hope not to be discovered... The boy squatted under the window, listening to the movement outside the window with his ears up.

Only the wind was rustling, those blowing snowflakes were like feathers flying in his heart, the fluffy feathers were close to his chest, he couldn't help being curious, and wanted to take another real look.That pair of shoes and the hem of the black clothes do not seem to belong to the family, so who could it be?At this time, stepping on the snow came to the backyard, what is the reason?

The boy didn't know why he became curious, maybe he wanted to continue to enjoy the snow scene. He waited for a long time, and when he saw no voices, he quietly stood up against the wall, stretched out his hand and pushed the closed paper window out, and the visible range of the opened window was wide open. Here, there is no heavy snow flying all over the sky, but a broad chest instead.

The hand supporting the paper window bounced back almost at the same time, and the boy let out a small "ah". It was too late to close the window, and someone grabbed his wrist.The man was dressed in black clothes, and lifted the window with the other hand. His jaw line was sharp, his lips were thin, and his roots were straight. Above him was a pair of eyes that made people startled. His eyes were like bright stars, and his browbones were broad and high, making him even more attractive. His eyes are as deep as the sea.

The man stood in the wind and snow, and a few snowflakes followed the fluttering hair behind him and blew in front of his eyes. The young man didn't feel the cold, but he was clearly aware of the chill emanating from the other party. He didn't dare to break free, so he could only stand motionless behind the window look at him.

"Your name is Xiaoyu?" He asked indifferently, like the first ray of cold coming out of the room in the early winter morning.

Xiao Yu nodded.

"age."

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment before realizing it, and whispered, "It's just passed my sixteenth birthday."

The man stared at him, as if confirming something, the black pupils were deeper than the color on his body, as if he could see through people's hearts, he asked again: "You opened the window to see if I'm still there?"

"En." Xiao Yu lowered his eyes and responded softly.

His timid soft eyes and deep voice caught the man's attention, "Then when I was not around, what were you looking at when you opened the window?"

Xiao Yu's eyes slanted to the side, the pure white picture made people feel at ease inexplicably, "Look at the snow."

The man turned his head to look at the snow that was swirling around him, and said in a normal tone: "It's been snowing for a while, you can't appreciate anything indoors, come out and see."

"No." The voice of refusal was small, but still resolute.Xiao Yu, who kept moving, realized that he had been blatant for too long, and immediately withdrew his hand, wanting to continue hiding in the dark room.

Unexpectedly, the man reacted quickly and grabbed his palm and pulled it back. Xiao Yu suddenly passed through the wall and walked out of the woodshed. The first thing he thought of was to hide between the man and the wall.

The man lowered his head and saw the young man who was hurriedly approaching him to hide, he chuckled, "There is no one around, so there is no need to hide, besides, they can't see you either."

"Really?" Xiao Yu raised his head and asked seriously, "Then why can you see me?"

"Because I'm different from them."

The man's tone was flat, but the words he said had undeniable weight. Yu Yan was about to ask what was different, but when he met those deep eyes, he swallowed the words back.

"The old walls and tiles here are not suitable for enjoying the snow. Let's go to another place."

"But..." Xiao Yu's voice was swallowed by the university, and before he could respond, he saw the other party turn around and walk in the direction they came from.

The man's back was covered in white snow, and the man's back was loose, and his wide lapel sleeves trembled in the wind. Xiao Yu followed him and walked behind him. When he was about to lose his pace, he silently grabbed the man's sleeve. ahead, but will still slow down silently.